[In a way, he may think of himself as a stray. And she...just doesn't think of herself as belonging anywhere.
But there's something sweet, something touching in the way that he kissed the corner of her lips. And him not wanting her to be in pain...she blinked. She could feel her eyelashes brush against his skin.
But she rallied herself after a breath.]
You're sweet. Maybe too sweet, for a woman like me.
[Gently, she brushed her lips over his chin. Sweet. Slow.]
You know I can't promise I would never be in pain.
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But there's something sweet, something touching in the way that he kissed the corner of her lips. And him not wanting her to be in pain...she blinked. She could feel her eyelashes brush against his skin.
But she rallied herself after a breath.]
You're sweet. Maybe too sweet, for a woman like me.
[Gently, she brushed her lips over his chin. Sweet. Slow.]
You know I can't promise I would never be in pain.